Chapter 233

Everyone should have a name.

But he didn't want a nickname like that.

Like him, he lives in the gray area between black and white

Name or something. Is it useful?

The nickname is different. "Black mouse" is not very imposing, but it can represent his strong survival ability and cautious behavior style. It is because of the care and care he has developed since childhood, the black mouse has changed from a petty thug at the bottom to a petty thug leader at the bottom!

Last night, when the army entered the city, the city fox squirrels in Ruhr city felt the atmosphere of killing. The real big crocodile level men all stayed in seclusion and hid in their nests, searching for information gingerly.

The black mouse and some of his little friends couldn't Such low-level thugs as them always have no overnight food at home. If they don't go to the streets for a living, they have to go hungry.

Hunger is not a wonderful enjoyment.

So even if we know that the wind in Ruhr is very tight and there is a great risk to go out, the black mouse still takes a few small partners out.

All the way stealthy, hiding head and tail mixed in the crowd, timidly walked through the streets where the army was stationed. Near the Tomahawk restaurant, the black mouse was surprised to find the most ideal target!

An old lady selling homemade bread!

In the crowd, the black mouse examined the old lady warily and cautiously for three minutes.

He is only five feet tall. He has no meat on his body. His wrinkled face and turbid eyes look poor in nutrition. He looks like he may die at any time in his old age.

My clothes are very old-fashioned. Although the size is clean, there are patches everywhere.

"Poor old country woman..." The black mouse made a judgment, then walked out of the crowd and surrounded the old lady and her four wheeled car with his friends, and uncovered the coarse cloth on the car.

On the car, there are several layers of bran black bread, dark brown bread with the heat just out of the oven, emitting a natural and rich fragrance of wheat.

Looking at these black bread, last night also in the street for a meal, excessive exercise, now has been hungry eyes green black mouse and a few small partners eyes suddenly bright.

The black mouse impolitely grabbed a piece of black bread and put it into his mouth. He tore a big piece of bread and chewed it.

The special aroma of fresh hot bread fills the mouth, which overcomes the bad breath caused by the black mouse not brushing its teeth for half a month.

The black mouse widened his eyes and looked at the helpless old lady in surprise: "well, your bread is really good Tut, the real material, the taste is so good In this, put Let go Sucrose? "

The old lady lowered her head and said, "a little, a little sugar In this way, the taste is better and the price can be better... "

The black mouse's eyes turned and swallowed a full pound of black bread in his hands, then belched comfortably. A few of the little friends of the black mouse did not know what was polite. Seeing the black mouse started, they also picked up a loaf of bread and ate it.

In the corner of the car, there were more than a dozen fist sized earthenware jars. The black mouse grabbed one of the jars, pulled out the cork at the mouth of the jar, and then sniffed hard at it.

"Ah, butter Good fresh butter The black mouse looked at the old lady in surprise: "the kind muteste is on Don't you think it's too extravagant? "

Brown bread with sugar and fresh butter Well, in the Durham Empire, it was a good thing for well-to-do rich peasants or well run small businessmen.

Such good goods should not appear in the hands of peddlers selling along the street!

Like the old lady, there are so many peddlers in the streets and alleys of big cities who bring home baked bread to earn some change. But the black bread they sell is the worst kind. The bran is more than flour, and it can be used as bricks to smash people.

The old lady sold bread, bran only accounted for a small part, but also crazy added sugar!

And fresh butter! Butter for bread!

Damn it The black mouse forgot when the last time he ate butter As a junior scum leader, the price of fresh butter is still too much for him.

The old lady looked up. She looked at the black mouse seriously: "so, the price of my bread and butter will be higher than that of others..."

"Oh, no!" The black mouse reached out his dark finger, dug a large piece of butter in the jar, then put it into his mouth, and gave a strong Bang to his finger. The black finger was sucked clean, revealing the pale yellow skin

After swallowing a mouthful of fragrant butter into his stomach, the black mouse could feel his long dry and astringent intestines and stomach wriggled violently because of the lubrication of the butter, and his stomach made a huge noise.With a satisfied sigh, the black mouse looked at the old lady seriously and said in a deep voice, "old man, I have to say that it's wrong for you to do this Ruhr is a place with rules. Since you sell black bread, you should make a price with others

The black mouse took out some dirty, even rusty fountains from his pocket and threw them into the tin coin jar hanging on the handlebar of the four wheeled car.

"Well, the black bread is a fountain, so a pound Well, your bread should be the same price It's all black bread. What's the difference? Your price, can't sell too high

"Then, since you sell bread, the butter, of course, should be a gift."

The black mouse looked at the stunned old lady with a smile: "for example, if I go to the sausage shop to buy ten pounds of good pig blood sausage, then the boss will usually give a section of sauerkraut sausage That's the same thing! "

The black mouse untied a dirty coarse cloth bag from his belt and quickly grabbed the bread from the four wheeled cart and stuffed it into it. There were only about seven or eight fountain sous he had thrown to the old lady, but he put more than twenty pieces of black bread in his pocket, and five jars of fresh butter, which were much more expensive than black bread, into his pocket.

"Ah, ah..." The old lady grabbed the mouse's hand a little anxiously.

With a little push from the black mouse, the old lady could not stand on her feet and staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

The black mouse looked at the old lady seriously and said in a voice full of threats: "Hello, old man, do you still want to do business in Ruhr city?"

"Last night, my dear Mr. Capone Jon Bucher was kidnapped. Our brothers, but we have been busy with the distinguished police officers all night We have also made great contributions to the peace and tranquility of Ruhr. "

"So you should give us a little reward. It's a matter of course."

"If you want to do business in Ruhr City, you should remember - the price should be fair, and the price should not be raised arbitrarily We give money, you should give us enough goods! "

"For the sake of your age, I'll spare you today, otherwise..."

The black mouse looked around quickly and was about to run away with the bag.

Joe patted his belly and walked out of the Tomahawk restaurant slowly. With a cigar in his mouth, Joe stood at the door of the restaurant looking at the street view.

Eat and drink, enjoy a cigar, and then go back to the daisy Hotel and have a comfortable sleep on the special big bed Is there a more comfortable life in the world?

Just after two puffs of smoke, Joe saw the old lady who was surrounded by black mice and a few small minions on the opposite side of the street, 300 feet away from him.

After last night's chaos, the scarlet evil spirit rising from all over the city of Ruhr was continuously injected into Joe's body, and Joe's physical function was improved a lot again. "Hearing and seeing" is not enough to describe the ability Joe has now.

All around were pedestrians, footsteps, noise, and confused complaints. All kinds of voices came, but Joe accurately captured the conversation between the black mouse and the old lady.

Joe's face darkened.

He put out his hand and felt it around his waist. Hanging on his belt, he pulled out an ordinary man's four foot long, lengthened and weighted brass baton with heavy lead. His face was gloomy, and he was puffing smoke all the way, running across the street.

"Hello, asshole!" Just over 300 feet away, Joe ran behind the black mouse in two or three steps, and a baton hit his left shoulder heavily.

With the terrible sound of breaking, the left shoulder of the black mouse collapsed. The broken bone pierced the muscle, and the blood gushed out. The blood immediately dyed the tattered clothes on the black mouse.

The black mouse uttered a hoarse scream, he fell to the ground, holding his left shoulder in his right hand, and his body twitched wildly.

After all, he's just a gangster at the bottom of Ruhr. How can he stand up to Joe's baton? Even if Joe had tried to restrain his strength, the blow directly killed the black mouse.

A few of the black mouse's minions tried to escape, but ya and Si gengs came up with a large group of family guards and circled them in the middle.

Joe looked down at the bloody black mouse, bit his teeth, and said word by word, "Tifa told me when he was a probationary judge that you damned market hooligans are more hateful than the real thieves and bandits!"

"Those big thieves and bandits, they are just a small number of rich people who are harming But you have made those who are already poor and have a very difficult life can't live at all

"Do you know why, after Tifa became a probationary judge, your colleagues in port TURUN will no longer dare to go to the streets to bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled? For all those who dare to commit crimes have been sentenced to exile by Tifa, and all have been thrown to the island in the northern ice sea for mining! "

Joe, I'm going to dig your teeth You still Good to die

Joe took a look at Billy, who was running out of breath, and whistled.Billy looked at the crying black mouse lying on the ground. He suddenly pulled out a pencil knife and gently scratched his fleshy cheek. A wisp of blood flowed down.

Billy also lay on the ground, crying: "attack police Come on, help me Attack the police

The old lady stood aside, her eyes almost jumped out of her eyes.

Joe picked up his baton and "click" twice, directly breaking the black mouse's leg.

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